1903

Earlier today I took one of those touristy cruises to the Statue of Liberty and back. I had a blast. But my major complaint?

There was a brief lull in the tour guide’s schtick. It could have been to give the passengers a moment to reflect on what he’d just said, or it could have just been a moment to breathe, but one of the passengers seized the moment to ask a question. “When did the first subway line open in NYC?”

David, the guide, smiled. “1904. And do you know how I know that? It’s one year after 1903, which will become important later in the cruise.”

I made a mental note to listen for 1903. I was excited.

An hour later, after we’d debarked, I was walking home when I texted my family. Did we ever get the story about 1903?!?

I think it was the year Lincoln did his first open mic.
It was the year David was born.

We never did get the story about 1903 and I’m left feeling intellectually blue balled. David got me all cerebrally hot and bothered and now I have no idea what to do with the empty promise.

I guess I’ll have to take care of it myself.